The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 815

Ivy pulled out a chair and sat down. "Mr. Windsor," she said, her voice polite but firm, "if you would please sign this loan agreement first, we can proceed with repaying your debts."

She had come prepared. As she spoke, one of the lawyers produced two copies of the agreement and handed them to Baillie.

A hush fell over the room, broken only by the whispers of the creditors.

"So he's borrowing from his own sister to pay us back. I thought Ivy was just being generous."

"Can you blame her? The way the Windsors treated her, kicking her out like that."

"Yeah, she's doing them a huge favor just by lending them the money."

The lawyer held out the agreement. When Baillie didn't move, he prompted him with a professional smile. "Mr. Windsor, we need your signature before we can proceed."

Baillie looked at Ivy, a bitter smile twisting his lips. He knew she didn't trust him, and the thought stung. But, as the men around him had said, he should be grateful. After a moment's hesitation, he took the agreement and signed his name without even reading it.

The lawyer took the document and brought it to Ivy. She glanced at it but didn't sign. "Let's begin," she said, nodding to Boyd. "Everyone has been waiting long enough."

"Alright," Boyd said, turning to the creditors. "Form five lines, one for each station."

Eager to get their money and get on with their holiday, the creditors lined up like schoolchildren. The duffel bags were opened, revealing stacks of crisp, new bills. The lawyers reviewed the loan documents, discarding any that were invalid and paying only what was legally owed. The bank staff counted the cash, bundled it, and handed it over. Once the debt was settled, both parties signed a release.

A few of the creditors had issues with the amounts, but one look at the intimidating setup—and at Jamison, who sat silently observing the proceedings—was enough to make them hold their tongues. They knew they were lucky to be getting anything at all. They clutched their money and scurried out, afraid Ivy might change her mind.

Baillie was a signing machine, processing one debt after another. With each signature, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders, but a piece of his pride crumbled away.

"Well, Mr. Windsor, it looks like your sister is the one saving the family's honor in the end. Without her, you'd probably be spending the next few years in jail."

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